"It's absolutely impossible to admit defeat!"
"It's just a punch, just a bluff!"
When Su Qingshan heard Xiao Qing's words, he immediately responded.
It is absolutely impossible to admit defeat by yourself now.
On the one hand, he lost twenty-five hunting spots in Beast Mountain, not to mention the two million gold coins he had bet on.
On the other hand, asking the Su family to admit defeat in front of so many people means not giving the Su family face.
How will the Su family survive in Xuanwu Town in the future?
Moreover, it was just a punch and it didn't mean anything. Who knew if that loser was trying to bluff and punched with all his strength.
Seeing that Su Qingshan refused to surrender, Xiao Qing also smiled and said nothing, and continued to look at the two people in the ring.
I accidentally caught a glimpse of Instructor Xiyue and was a little puzzled.
Isn't this Xiyue's teacher Su Muyao's teacher?
Why are you so excited when you see the descendants of the Meng family? It's like meeting your loved one.
Looking at the ring again, Su Muyao was slightly surprised when she saw Meng Jing counteracting her attack.
But instead of adding any excuses, he went straight to Meng Jing.
Su Muyao, who was already light, quickly disappeared from the ring.
The cold wind is blowing up!
Meng Jing also narrowed his eyes slightly. Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in front of his eyes. Su Muyao's hand picked up the cold wind and fanned it towards Meng Jing.
"Good guy, don't hit someone in the face!"
Seeing Su Muyao about to slap him in the face, Meng Jing cursed secretly in his heart.
Soon, the body of Meng Jing who was staying in the same place also swayed, and the cold wind suddenly rushed away.
boom!
Where the slap went down, a mark of the slap appeared on the ring.
"Good guy!"
Meng Jing was also slightly surprised.
He also raised his fist and hit Su Muyao. The strong pressure made Su Muyao frown, and her pupils shrank even though she didn't hit this guy.
With a glance, he saw the good-for-nothing coming behind him, ready to punch him in the back.
"mean!"
Feeling the strong and fierce fist wind behind her, Su Muyao's eyebrows were frivolous and her dexterous body turned.
The arms raised suddenly were wrapped in the aura of the whole body.
boom!
A soft sound!
The condensed shield immediately shattered.
Su Muyao's body also retreated continuously because of this impact.
He didn't stop until he reached the edge of the stage.
Glancing at the edge of the ring behind her, Su Muyao also felt lucky, but she almost fell under the ring.
It would be too embarrassing to lose like this!
However, the opponent's punch is indeed quite powerful!
After one punch, his arms were numb with pain.
Unexpectedly, as a person in the realm of spiritual practitioners, the shield condensed by him could not block the opponent's punch.
This guy must have practiced some powerful boxing skills, otherwise how could a person in the spirit transformation realm display such power?
On the other side, Meng Jing also smiled helplessly when he saw Su Muyao retreating to the edge of the ring.
"This punch still won't work!"
His current cultivation strength has been preserved in the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and the power he exerts will also be in the Spiritual Transformation Realm.
Unexpectedly, one of his punches could only break through the opponent's defense without causing much damage.
This can only mean that my fist is not strong enough!
If you have time, you have to learn a few boxing techniques to improve your strength!
"Since you don't use spiritual weapons, don't blame me for being ruthless. I just want a quick victory!"
After Su Muyao finished speaking, she took out an ice-colored long sword from the ring with a flick of her fingertips.
The moment the ice-colored sword was taken out, the surrounding cold air swept across the entire place again!
The magic core embedded in the long sword was even more sparkling.
"It'll be okay, sir!"
In the corner of the ring, an angry old man murmured when he saw the spiritual weapon the girl took out.
"Why disciple, you also made that spiritual weapon?"
Beside the old man, a man in black robe also asked.
The old man nodded and smiled helplessly.
"Yes, ancestors, although it only took half a day to build that spiritual weapon. Although the grade is a bit too low, if you want to exert the full power of the magic core, it is no less than a low-grade Xuan-level spirit. It’s a weapon!”
Hearing this, the man in black beside him also asked curiously.
"Why does that magic core come from some kind of monster?"
This magic core is the crystallization of the energy of monsters. Generally, alchemists use it to refine medicine in order to extract the violent energy in it.
The weapon refiner can increase the power of a spiritual weapon by adding magic core.
Different magic cores can exert different powers.
"It's the third-grade ice scorpion monster core!"
The third-grade magic beast core is equivalent to the strength of a human spiritual practitioner.
"oh!"
"Ancestor, that is the third-grade ice scorpion monster core!"
Seeing that his ancestor was so calm, the old man became a little bit uncalm.
If a third-grade ice scorpion monster core is taken out, many powerful people will be afraid of it.
My ancestor is so calm!
Do you really regard that young man as your master?
I saw a smile on the lips of the man whom the old man called his ancestor.
"Disciple, just keep an eye on it, it's just an ice scorpion monster core, not an ice-eyed blue-armored scorpion!"
The Ice-Eyed Blue-Armored Scorpion and the Ice Scorpion are two completely different monsters. In terms of strength, the Ice-Eyed Blue-Armored Scorpion is not as powerful as the Ice-Eyed Blue-Armored Scorpion.
After hearing what his ancestor said, the old man's expression was also a little shocked.
"No, ancestor, is that young man's strength so terrifying?"
The man didn't speak, just smiled and continued to look at the ring.
On the ring, Meng Jing saw that Su Muyao was expressionless after taking out her sword.
A low-grade yellow-level spiritual weapon was of no value to him.
The only thing that can be seen is a magic core embedded in the sword.
If you can get it, you can use it to recycle it, and maybe you can exchange it for a few more mid-level spiritual stones.
For other things, I have to have a lot of yellow-level spiritual weapons myself.
Unfortunately, they were all recycled by themselves.
Su Muyao held the ice-colored sword tightly in her small hands, and the cold breath emanated from the sword.
As Su Muyao's spiritual energy was injected into the magic core, the aura of the ice-colored sword continued to rise.
"Is this young man still planning to use his bare hands?"
"Yes, that spiritual weapon is at the level of a spiritual cultivator!"
Everyone in the square couldn't help but talk about it. They really wanted to know what kind of response the waste would have.
At this time, when everyone was discussing, only Xiyue on the stage felt excited.
Because she knew that in terms of that young man's strength, her disciple's strength was simply not good enough.
The opponent's spiritual weapon at the level of a small spiritual master is more than enough to deal with him, let alone a spiritual weapon at the level of a spiritual cultivator.
Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Su Muyao's body moved again, turned into a shadow, and disappeared.
"You are seeking death!"
Su Muyao snorted coldly when she saw that the young man still didn't make any move.
He touched the ground with his toes and rose into the air.
The next second, his body was like a fallen leaf, and the ice-colored sword he was holding tightly stabbed straight through.
As Su Muyao's figure appeared, Meng Jing raised his eyes and looked at the incoming sword blade and Su Muyao's graceful figure without blinking.
Raising one hand, two fingers pointed at the piercing sword blade and pinched it gently.
With a ding sound.
Before the ice sword could even hurt Meng Jing's body, it was bent by the strong pressure between Meng Jing's two fingers.
The next moment, Meng Jing's hand relaxed.
The bent sword bounced back directly, hitting Su Muyao's pretty face impartially...
